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By this point, shipping Rhaella with literally everything that moves is a given among certain members of the thread.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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By this point, shipping Rhaella with literally everything that moves is a given among certain members of the thread.
Everybody else is either already in a relationship, too young, or is also being shipped semi-regularly, whenever a potential ship for them comes up.By this point, shipping Rhaella with literally everything that moves is a given among certain members of the thread.
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Queen of love and beauty...
Happy memory from before she was married...
Ect, ect, ect...
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My only remaining long-term plans are:
- get that Anti-Grav-Airforce going
- become undisputed ruler of the Prime Material
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For me personally the wiki states that Bonifer Hasty and her were infatuated with one another prior to the official betrothal, that seems to imply that they have more than a moment.
Horde Thief Chapter XXVI
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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I've seen a lot in my time. I've fought vampire lords, faerie queens, necromancers seeking godhood. I've even broken into the vault of the Lord of the Underworld (he was in on it). But even after all that, there are some things that stick with you. As things go, blindness actually wasn't all that bad; I've always been better at listening than seeing. My skin tingled like when you've been out in the sun too long, and I was quite certain it was worse than that, but the Winter Mantle wasn't letting me feel it. Fire surged ahead of me, I could feel it through the shield still held in front of me, that had caught the majority of the burst of blinding light Viserys had unleashed as he dived into a tsunami of darkness to seek the monster behind it. I'd heard the sword strike, the twin cries of pain, one far more human than the other, and then the silent roar of fire too intense to let sound escape. Then it stopped, I heard a blade slice through air instead of flesh, and there was only one breath close to me.
"Viserys?" I asked the haze of swimming white in front of me.
"I'm," I recognised the voice, and started to drop the shield. "It's gone, Ser." There was a soft gasp of pain as he took a step back towards me. "Nothing but cinders," he added, much more softly. I didn't reply, that must not have been meant for me. See, I can respect people's privacy. "Are you alright?"
"Could have used a warning for the light," I replied, dropping the rest of the shield and lowering my left hand. "Not seeing anything but white, right now." Viserys muttered words in that same language I didn't know, the one he always used with his magic, and approached you.
"Ah," he said, almost clinically. "I'm sorry, Harry. There wasn't time to shout a warning. Hold still a moment." Fingers touched my shoulder, and warm, soothing energy rushed into me, wiping away silvery sensations that was all the Winter Mantle let me feel of pain. My eyes cleared too, a veil of gold washing across them before the whiteness faded into the familiar cavern, and Viserys withdrawing his hand with a satisfied smile on his face. "That should do it."
"It did," I answered, a little numbly. I'd seen Viserys heal, he'd done it for me a time or two since the beginning of this campaign. But wiping away blindness like that would have required the sort of delicate precision that not even the White Council's best would be willing to attempt without reservation. He'd just…done it. I shook the thought away, maybe it had just been temporary blindness. There was a larger elephant in the room, anyway. Namely, the light source for the current conversation. Viserys' sword of black steel shone red-gold and white, illuminating the entire cavern, and I could see a few Fomor servitors bounding out of it. Running towards the ocean, if I wasn't mistaken. Some needed to survive, to let the Fomor know what had happened here. "Your sword, Viserys." The shorter man looked down, and his expression me everything I needed to know.
"It's not just a sword, is it." It was a statement, not a question.
"No," he shook his head. "But she's never done anything like this before."
"I am unsure myself, my lord." The blade's voice came in my mind, a gentle mutter of steel after the ringing tones she'd spoken against our enemy. "I have ever been a guardian of your bloodline, wielded in its defence. But I've never been able to do anything like what passed here tonight."
"I think," I said slowly, beginning to realise what might be going on, "that I can help with that." Viserys' gaze snapped up, and I felt the weight of the sword's attention on me too, a lighter thing than a stare, but still there. "But we should get the prisoners out first." A vibration shook the caverns again. "And you might want to call off the helicopters first."
That didn't take long. Viserys produced a radio from the crimson satchel at this waist, somehow still working despite all the magic that had just been thrown around, and contacted the strike teams above ground. The shaking stopped shortly thereafter, and the next half hour was spent clearing a path to the surface, with some explosive aid from above. Then it was the standard extraction procedures, that the Paranet had become quite adept at given a week's intensive practice. Of course, this was a bit more interesting than normal; it wasn't every day that the extraction was literally executed by helicopter. I had to wonder how the Canadian military hadn't responded by now. Probably Lara in action, and wasn't that a chilling thought.
We emerged into what could have been a warzone, and I immediately called winds to clear the stone dust and snuff out any fires still burning. They wouldn't be necessary to end the place. Viserys said he had that under control. Then it was time to wait as the Fomor's prisoners were carried from the place under the watchful eyes of heavily armed White Court and Einherjaren, alert for any sign of this night's enemy.
"So," I was leaning against the remains of one of the building's walls, Viserys standing straight beside me, his eyes alert before the snapped back to me. "Your sword, Viserys. What's her name?" Bob had always said that spirits technically didn't have genders, but I wasn't sure I believed that anymore. The younger man turned to the side, giving me his attention whilst remaining focused on our surroundings. It took a while for him to answer, but I just waited in silence.
"Dark Sister," he said, at last. "She's been in my family, but for a few times she was lost, for millennia." I knew better than most that the man in front of me wasn't exactly a product of the world I knew, but to speak so calmly of thousands of years was curious for one who I believed truly was as young as he appeared. "She was made for us, to protect our bloodline. But I've never heard of a weapon being able to do what she did." I nodded.
"Given what you've told me, Viserys? I wouldn't expect you to." He gave me an odd glance, and I nodded again, towards where I'd seen him sheath the blade. "She's a spirit, and from what you just said, one bound to a singular purpose. If she was bound to the vessel or created with it, it doesn't really matter. You said she's been in your family for thousands of years." The oldest and most powerful spirit I knew might have been around that long, but Bob was a spirit of intellect. Knowledge is power, yes, but age has a strength of its own, too.
"Yes." Viserys paused, eyes narrowing. "She says she doesn't remember everything, she wasn't awake for all of it. She's never been able to act like she did today, though. She's certain of that."
Another point for his story of far from home being a bit further than most would believe being true, I thought to myself. But if that was true, then his magic was close enough to mine to still function. "I have a feeling that she was never in a situation like today before now. Beings like what we fought down there can attack your spirit instead of your body or mind. They enforce their will, and the world obeys. Spirits are," I remembered the presence of the Red King at Chichen Itza, and how Bob had helped me overcome it. "Uniquely suited to fighting that sort of attack. They're beings of that world, in a way we aren't. And," I paused, "May I use the name given to me?" I asked the sword.
"You may," Dark Sister grated, a touch amused but also clearly pleased by the courtesy.
"Thank you," Who says I can't be polite? "Dark Sister is an old spirit, one of the oldest I've ever met. Power comes with age, with experience, and she has a lot of both. When you were threatened in a way she could act against, she found a way to do so. Her purpose is to protect your bloodline, and the Fomor gave her the ability to do so."
"Could she do so again?" Viserys asked.
"I have no idea," I shrugged. I really didn't. "But I know someone who might. I could introduce you."
"That would be…appreciated." I was quite sure most would have used half a dozen different words to say so, but the heartfelt emotion in Viserys' tone told me everything I needed to know. It was almost enough to make me forget what the two of us had done today, and how it had been far more the work of Viserys than mine. To stand against a High Noble, a being of the Fomor's peerage…I wasn't sure that I could have done that, even with all the preparations I'd made and Winter behind me. He hadn't come out unscathed, though. Lines of darkness were slowly fading from the veins in his right hand, the touch of the Noble's power unravelling without true harm. It would take time, a notion that had surprised my ally, but that it was receding at all was impressive as hell.
The White Council wasn't going to have a good answer to him if this did what he'd said it would. Forcing the Fomor to the negotiation table was possible. But doing so in a week, with the prize of a whole nation the stakes? I didn't think it would be impossible for the White Council to match that, if they could take the time to prepare, but Viserys had just gone and done it. If nothing else, at least it was a powerful indicator of what the Paranet was capable of where it came to information gathering. That had to be worth something, if the old men back at Edinburgh didn't decide to see it as something threatening instead. For all I knew they might.
"That's the last of them, sir." One of the Einherjaren had approached, and was reporting to Viserys. "All of them are on the choppers, and we're ready to lift." His craggy, bearded face turned to me. "Will you be coming with us, Ser Knight?"
"He'll be coming with me," Viserys said smoothly, "after this place is fully destroyed." The old Viking looked back at the helicopters.
"Not sure there's enough ordinance left on the birds for that." He pointed out, and Viserys smiled that same icy smile that he'd given the Fomor Lord before unleashing Hellfire on him - and wasn't that another conversation just screaming to be had. Not now, I told myself.
"That won't be a problem." The silver-haired man gestured towards the grounded transport choppers that had come in once the area had been confirmed secure. "The local airspace can't be kept clear much longer. Get them out of here." The Einherjaren paused, then nodded firmly and ran for the helicopters. I restrained a giggle at the sight, words in an Austrian accent popping into my head. "We'll need to walk a bit out from here before we can go, Harry. I'd like to send a message to any Fomor that might not take the first one delivered today as final."
We began walking, but it didn't take me long to not want to do so in silence. "What are you going do to do, then?"
Viserys gave me a thin smile, still touched by that coldly calculating side of him that I'd seen in the soulgaze. "Ensure that this place is never again theirs. You've told me before that fire purifies, it wipes away the magical presence of things as much as it does the physical. Is that right?"
"It is," I confirmed. "Though I have to wonder how you would set stone ablaze." To that, I received only the same chilling smile.
"Magic." His smile turned a bit more human as he looked back at ruins of the fortress, then nodded firmly to himself. "This should be far enough. This will only take a minute." He spoke another word and vanished. I waited. My mother's amulet told me there was a Way within an hour's hike, so I wasn't completely screwed if Viserys just left me here.
A little more than a minute later, the entire structure suddenly sagged to one side, and actual lava started to bubble up from the ground. I saw ash start to fall out of the air, and the structure's tilt abruptly became a full tumble. "Stars and stones," I breathed, as the entire section of land the Fomor had built on started to sag down towards the sea, lava continuing to bubble out of the ground, no doubt filling the caverns and seeking to bury the remains of their above-ground fortress. Viserys appeared next to me a moment later, heat radiating from his body, and yet untouched by it. I looked at what had a moment ago been blasted ruins, back at him, and shook my head. "You don't do things by halves, do you."
"It's better to only have to do something once." He replied. "It saves in lives lost. Shall we go? I'm not sure how far the lava will spread, and I'd rather not find that my calculations were wrong the exciting way." I nodded, and another word whisked us away. Behind us, worked stone sank into the lava, and began to melt into nothing.
We appeared in an alley near my home, and I shook my head, marvelling again at the power the ease of translocation had given our assaults. Viserys smiled, much more normally, and brushed a thin layer of ash from the mantle of his cloak. We approached the house together, and a working of will brought the wards down around us to let us step through them safely. I was tired, it had been a long night after all, but satisfied with the battle well fought and won. Viserys seemed much the same, though I never caught him yawning. Sometimes I wondered if he slept at all. The door opened…and Molly Carpenter surged through it, her pale gold hair trailing behind her as she hurried down the steps in a rush of blue silk. I felt Viserys tense suddenly beside me, a hand rising in instinctive defence. What had he seen?
"Viserys, stop, she's a friend." I said, interposing myself between him and my former apprentice in the same instant as Molly called out.
"Harry! You're alright. Thank goodness." She came up short as she saw Viserys, who relaxed only a fraction from the poise of one ready to do battle. "How are you doing this? You're not in a circle, it shouldn't be possible for you to hide like that."
I pinched my fingers across the bridge of my nose, looking between my former apprentice and the more than a man who had become something very close to a friend, and decided that I'd been a fool to think the world was letting me have it easy for a few weeks.
"I should have known better," I muttered, prompting looks of confusion from the two on either side of me. I cleared my throat. "Molly, this is Viserys, I've been helping him deal with the larger Fomor problem. Viserys, this is Molly, my former apprentice, and the current Winter Lady."
Horde Thief
Chapter 26
Chapter 26
I've seen a lot in my time. I've fought vampire lords, faerie queens, necromancers seeking godhood. I've even broken into the vault of the Lord of the Underworld (he was in on it). But even after all that, there are some things that stick with you. As things go, blindness actually wasn't all that bad; I've always been better at listening than seeing. My skin tingled like when you've been out in the sun too long, and I was quite certain it was worse than that, but the Winter Mantle wasn't letting me feel it. Fire surged ahead of me, I could feel it through the shield still held in front of me, that had caught the majority of the burst of blinding light Viserys had unleashed as he dived into a tsunami of darkness to seek the monster behind it. I'd heard the sword strike, the twin cries of pain, one far more human than the other, and then the silent roar of fire too intense to let sound escape. Then it stopped, I heard a blade slice through air instead of flesh, and there was only one breath close to me.
"Viserys?" I asked the haze of swimming white in front of me.
"I'm," I recognised the voice, and started to drop the shield. "It's gone, Ser." There was a soft gasp of pain as he took a step back towards me. "Nothing but cinders," he added, much more softly. I didn't reply, that must not have been meant for me. See, I can respect people's privacy. "Are you alright?"
"Could have used a warning for the light," I replied, dropping the rest of the shield and lowering my left hand. "Not seeing anything but white, right now." Viserys muttered words in that same language I didn't know, the one he always used with his magic, and approached you.
"Ah," he said, almost clinically. "I'm sorry, Harry. There wasn't time to shout a warning. Hold still a moment." Fingers touched my shoulder, and warm, soothing energy rushed into me, wiping away silvery sensations that was all the Winter Mantle let me feel of pain. My eyes cleared too, a veil of gold washing across them before the whiteness faded into the familiar cavern, and Viserys withdrawing his hand with a satisfied smile on his face. "That should do it."
"It did," I answered, a little numbly. I'd seen Viserys heal, he'd done it for me a time or two since the beginning of this campaign. But wiping away blindness like that would have required the sort of delicate precision that not even the White Council's best would be willing to attempt without reservation. He'd just…done it. I shook the thought away, maybe it had just been temporary blindness. There was a larger elephant in the room, anyway. Namely, the light source for the current conversation. Viserys' sword of black steel shone red-gold and white, illuminating the entire cavern, and I could see a few Fomor servitors bounding out of it. Running towards the ocean, if I wasn't mistaken. Some needed to survive, to let the Fomor know what had happened here. "Your sword, Viserys." The shorter man looked down, and his expression me everything I needed to know.
"It's not just a sword, is it." It was a statement, not a question.
"No," he shook his head. "But she's never done anything like this before."
"I am unsure myself, my lord." The blade's voice came in my mind, a gentle mutter of steel after the ringing tones she'd spoken against our enemy. "I have ever been a guardian of your bloodline, wielded in its defence. But I've never been able to do anything like what passed here tonight."
"I think," I said slowly, beginning to realise what might be going on, "that I can help with that." Viserys' gaze snapped up, and I felt the weight of the sword's attention on me too, a lighter thing than a stare, but still there. "But we should get the prisoners out first." A vibration shook the caverns again. "And you might want to call off the helicopters first."
That didn't take long. Viserys produced a radio from the crimson satchel at this waist, somehow still working despite all the magic that had just been thrown around, and contacted the strike teams above ground. The shaking stopped shortly thereafter, and the next half hour was spent clearing a path to the surface, with some explosive aid from above. Then it was the standard extraction procedures, that the Paranet had become quite adept at given a week's intensive practice. Of course, this was a bit more interesting than normal; it wasn't every day that the extraction was literally executed by helicopter. I had to wonder how the Canadian military hadn't responded by now. Probably Lara in action, and wasn't that a chilling thought.
We emerged into what could have been a warzone, and I immediately called winds to clear the stone dust and snuff out any fires still burning. They wouldn't be necessary to end the place. Viserys said he had that under control. Then it was time to wait as the Fomor's prisoners were carried from the place under the watchful eyes of heavily armed White Court and Einherjaren, alert for any sign of this night's enemy.
"So," I was leaning against the remains of one of the building's walls, Viserys standing straight beside me, his eyes alert before the snapped back to me. "Your sword, Viserys. What's her name?" Bob had always said that spirits technically didn't have genders, but I wasn't sure I believed that anymore. The younger man turned to the side, giving me his attention whilst remaining focused on our surroundings. It took a while for him to answer, but I just waited in silence.
"Dark Sister," he said, at last. "She's been in my family, but for a few times she was lost, for millennia." I knew better than most that the man in front of me wasn't exactly a product of the world I knew, but to speak so calmly of thousands of years was curious for one who I believed truly was as young as he appeared. "She was made for us, to protect our bloodline. But I've never heard of a weapon being able to do what she did." I nodded.
"Given what you've told me, Viserys? I wouldn't expect you to." He gave me an odd glance, and I nodded again, towards where I'd seen him sheath the blade. "She's a spirit, and from what you just said, one bound to a singular purpose. If she was bound to the vessel or created with it, it doesn't really matter. You said she's been in your family for thousands of years." The oldest and most powerful spirit I knew might have been around that long, but Bob was a spirit of intellect. Knowledge is power, yes, but age has a strength of its own, too.
"Yes." Viserys paused, eyes narrowing. "She says she doesn't remember everything, she wasn't awake for all of it. She's never been able to act like she did today, though. She's certain of that."
Another point for his story of far from home being a bit further than most would believe being true, I thought to myself. But if that was true, then his magic was close enough to mine to still function. "I have a feeling that she was never in a situation like today before now. Beings like what we fought down there can attack your spirit instead of your body or mind. They enforce their will, and the world obeys. Spirits are," I remembered the presence of the Red King at Chichen Itza, and how Bob had helped me overcome it. "Uniquely suited to fighting that sort of attack. They're beings of that world, in a way we aren't. And," I paused, "May I use the name given to me?" I asked the sword.
"You may," Dark Sister grated, a touch amused but also clearly pleased by the courtesy.
"Thank you," Who says I can't be polite? "Dark Sister is an old spirit, one of the oldest I've ever met. Power comes with age, with experience, and she has a lot of both. When you were threatened in a way she could act against, she found a way to do so. Her purpose is to protect your bloodline, and the Fomor gave her the ability to do so."
"Could she do so again?" Viserys asked.
"I have no idea," I shrugged. I really didn't. "But I know someone who might. I could introduce you."
"That would be…appreciated." I was quite sure most would have used half a dozen different words to say so, but the heartfelt emotion in Viserys' tone told me everything I needed to know. It was almost enough to make me forget what the two of us had done today, and how it had been far more the work of Viserys than mine. To stand against a High Noble, a being of the Fomor's peerage…I wasn't sure that I could have done that, even with all the preparations I'd made and Winter behind me. He hadn't come out unscathed, though. Lines of darkness were slowly fading from the veins in his right hand, the touch of the Noble's power unravelling without true harm. It would take time, a notion that had surprised my ally, but that it was receding at all was impressive as hell.
The White Council wasn't going to have a good answer to him if this did what he'd said it would. Forcing the Fomor to the negotiation table was possible. But doing so in a week, with the prize of a whole nation the stakes? I didn't think it would be impossible for the White Council to match that, if they could take the time to prepare, but Viserys had just gone and done it. If nothing else, at least it was a powerful indicator of what the Paranet was capable of where it came to information gathering. That had to be worth something, if the old men back at Edinburgh didn't decide to see it as something threatening instead. For all I knew they might.
"That's the last of them, sir." One of the Einherjaren had approached, and was reporting to Viserys. "All of them are on the choppers, and we're ready to lift." His craggy, bearded face turned to me. "Will you be coming with us, Ser Knight?"
"He'll be coming with me," Viserys said smoothly, "after this place is fully destroyed." The old Viking looked back at the helicopters.
"Not sure there's enough ordinance left on the birds for that." He pointed out, and Viserys smiled that same icy smile that he'd given the Fomor Lord before unleashing Hellfire on him - and wasn't that another conversation just screaming to be had. Not now, I told myself.
"That won't be a problem." The silver-haired man gestured towards the grounded transport choppers that had come in once the area had been confirmed secure. "The local airspace can't be kept clear much longer. Get them out of here." The Einherjaren paused, then nodded firmly and ran for the helicopters. I restrained a giggle at the sight, words in an Austrian accent popping into my head. "We'll need to walk a bit out from here before we can go, Harry. I'd like to send a message to any Fomor that might not take the first one delivered today as final."
We began walking, but it didn't take me long to not want to do so in silence. "What are you going do to do, then?"
Viserys gave me a thin smile, still touched by that coldly calculating side of him that I'd seen in the soulgaze. "Ensure that this place is never again theirs. You've told me before that fire purifies, it wipes away the magical presence of things as much as it does the physical. Is that right?"
"It is," I confirmed. "Though I have to wonder how you would set stone ablaze." To that, I received only the same chilling smile.
"Magic." His smile turned a bit more human as he looked back at ruins of the fortress, then nodded firmly to himself. "This should be far enough. This will only take a minute." He spoke another word and vanished. I waited. My mother's amulet told me there was a Way within an hour's hike, so I wasn't completely screwed if Viserys just left me here.
A little more than a minute later, the entire structure suddenly sagged to one side, and actual lava started to bubble up from the ground. I saw ash start to fall out of the air, and the structure's tilt abruptly became a full tumble. "Stars and stones," I breathed, as the entire section of land the Fomor had built on started to sag down towards the sea, lava continuing to bubble out of the ground, no doubt filling the caverns and seeking to bury the remains of their above-ground fortress. Viserys appeared next to me a moment later, heat radiating from his body, and yet untouched by it. I looked at what had a moment ago been blasted ruins, back at him, and shook my head. "You don't do things by halves, do you."
"It's better to only have to do something once." He replied. "It saves in lives lost. Shall we go? I'm not sure how far the lava will spread, and I'd rather not find that my calculations were wrong the exciting way." I nodded, and another word whisked us away. Behind us, worked stone sank into the lava, and began to melt into nothing.
We appeared in an alley near my home, and I shook my head, marvelling again at the power the ease of translocation had given our assaults. Viserys smiled, much more normally, and brushed a thin layer of ash from the mantle of his cloak. We approached the house together, and a working of will brought the wards down around us to let us step through them safely. I was tired, it had been a long night after all, but satisfied with the battle well fought and won. Viserys seemed much the same, though I never caught him yawning. Sometimes I wondered if he slept at all. The door opened…and Molly Carpenter surged through it, her pale gold hair trailing behind her as she hurried down the steps in a rush of blue silk. I felt Viserys tense suddenly beside me, a hand rising in instinctive defence. What had he seen?
"Viserys, stop, she's a friend." I said, interposing myself between him and my former apprentice in the same instant as Molly called out.
"Harry! You're alright. Thank goodness." She came up short as she saw Viserys, who relaxed only a fraction from the poise of one ready to do battle. "How are you doing this? You're not in a circle, it shouldn't be possible for you to hide like that."
I pinched my fingers across the bridge of my nose, looking between my former apprentice and the more than a man who had become something very close to a friend, and decided that I'd been a fool to think the world was letting me have it easy for a few weeks.
"I should have known better," I muttered, prompting looks of confusion from the two on either side of me. I cleared my throat. "Molly, this is Viserys, I've been helping him deal with the larger Fomor problem. Viserys, this is Molly, my former apprentice, and the current Winter Lady."
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Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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- Wordcats
So you know how the White Council stuff appeared like it was going to be the main substance of the arc? Well, it's still there as a major factor, but it was never going to be all of it, so it'll be sharing some screen time with a more personally faceted plotline. The details? Well, you'll see, but I bet a few of you can guess. Also what the hell is it these last few days with me and long chapters? I can't find a good stopping point, and then before I know it I'm at two thousand words and climbing. Anyway, remember that interlude you had between Arc 1 ending and this one beginning? Molly finished up the duties Mab set her to complete in record time. And Harry has been under Mind Blank for pretty much a week straight.
You do the math on that equation.
You do the math on that equation.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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- Formerly of the Far Realm
Here's a proposed level up for Theon. He gets another 0 and 3rd level spell slot this level. Fickle Winds is a great spell for him, one that Rangers gain access to much sooner than other casters.
Not sure what we're planning to do with Asha, though. Here's prep for Occult Slayer, @TalonofAnathrax. Dazzling Display is currently plugged in as a placeholder for the Fighter bonus feat.
[] Theon Level Up
-[] Class: +1 Mystic Ranger
-[] Improved Combat Style (Archery): Manyshot
-[] Skills (8 points): +1 Knowledge(Dungeoneering), +1 Knowledge(Nature), +1 Spot, +1 Survival, +2 Knowledge(Arcana), +2 Knowledge(The Planes)
-[] Spell Loadout:
--[] Level 0: Cure Minor Wounds, Light, Mending, Purify Food and Drink (4/day)
--[] Level 1: Guided Shot, Hawkeye, Hunter's Mercy, Primal Hunter (3+1/day)
--[] Level 2: Cat's Grace, Primal Instinct, Swift Haste (2+1/day)
--[] Level 3: Arrowsplit, Fickle Winds, Find the Gap (2+1/day)
[] Asha Level Up
-[] Class: +1 Rogue
-[] Alternative Class Feature: Trap Sense >>> Penetrating Strike
-[] Retrained Feat: Sidestep Charge >>> Mage Slayer
-[] Skills (10 points): +1 Bluff, +1 Intimidate, +1 Profession(Sailor), +3 Spellcraft, +4 Knowledge (Arcana)
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Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
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- Wordcats
...you know, that last one is just a little bit more complicated in terms of potential plot-overrun than the other
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- United States
It was heavily implied in canon that they were in love with each other, and that's why Rhaella's marriage got off to such a sour start - in addition to Aerys being, y'know, himself, and lusting after Joanna as well. When they got married, Hasty quit his extremely promising jousting career and joined a knightly order. He was also one of Aerys' prime suspects for Rhealla cheating on him when he basically imprisoned her.
There's a lot of evidence they at least had a crush on each other.
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They did, but a crush over twenty years ago fades with time. That said Aerys and Rahella's marriage getting off to a sour start had more to do with both of them suffering though Summerhall so soon into it than anything else. Rhaella worked though it eventually. Aerys just got worse and worse and the rest is history.
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Even if she had romantic feelings, that was decades ago, and she's changed a lot. There might be some faded remnant still there, but nothing big.
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'Cuz shipping is serious business.
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I imagine Rhealla would have idealized that period of having a relationship that wasn't horribly awful and abusive instead of forgetting all about it.
Also, didn't the marriage happen before Summerhall? Rhaegar was born during the disaster, right? It was the final straw that pushed Egg over the end.
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First Penetrating Stirke is arguably the single best ACF for a Rogue. It allows you to bypass sneak attack against anything.
Second, third level of Rogue also raises BAB, Fort and Will, while increasing sneak attack and giving plenty of skills.
Third, SA was ruled to stack with her funky Mariner thing. Rogue also has the necessary skill points for her sailor stuff, and ruling besides.
But yes, I was thinking a Daring Outlaw build, if focused on personal combat, or one of the captain PrCs.
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Yup.
Note, Craven is a horribly overpowered feat for a full rogue, or someone that just has decent SA. It works on Bronn because it's like gravy to his Intimidate + Luck gravy on a basic fighter chassis build.
Garin was getting way out of hand, so his Craven was in fact downgraded. Even as his own version shouldn't actually work with PfE amulets.
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Don't view it as one impossible huge plot, but as dozens of smaller plots that secure specific areas....you know, that last one is just a little bit more complicated in terms of potential plot-overrun than the other
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This is, in fact, the problem.
The marriage did indeed happen before Summerhall, but the first year of it wan't that bad. Aerys was actually rather charming in his youth and it's not like the marriage itself was unexpected. As for why Rhaella would hurry to bury any romantic sentiments for men other than her husband... well she was accused of infidelity a lot in bouts of royal paranoia.
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Well:
In his youth, Ser Bonifer Hasty was a promising tourney knight.[4] He and Princess Rhaella Targaryen were infatuated with one another prior to the princess's official betrothal to her brother, Prince Aerys.[5]According to Ser Barristan Selmy, Bonifer once wore the princess's favor in a tourney in which he defeated all challengers to name Rhaella his queen of love and beauty.[6] Their love was ultimately a brief thing and could never have been otherwise, as Bonifer was of far too low birth to be considered as a suitor for a princess of the royal House Targaryen. When Rhaella married Aerys, the knight found solace in religion, finding only the Maiden could replace Rhaella in his heart.[6]
Which says a great deal about his feelings, not hers.
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@DragonParadox, is Saan just about ready for his own Heart Tree in the Basilisk Isles, or is he still sorting things out? Also, does he need supplies to build his regional capital?
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The line 'infatuated with one another' is a statement of mutual affection. I'm not denying that she's moved on, I'm just pointing out that there was clearly more going on there then him just naming her his queen of love and beauty.
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Really? I may be remembering this wrong, but I specifically recall that they visably looked unhappy in their marriage ceremony not only because their parents shoved it down their throats, but also because both of them had other people they were in love with, and considering Egg's track record, probably thought they could marry. For Aerys it was Joanna and for Rhealla it was Bonnifer.
The very fact of naming her Queen of love and beauty would have likely been cause enough for infatuation.
I don't recall that, but I could easily be forgetting something. Can you recall the source?
Anyway vote closed. Let's see if I can manage one more update tonight.